Vampires and Werewolves were sworn enemies, having had many wars back in the day. Though the tension died down, the mutts still weren’t suited to your kind’s delicate taste. The clans decided to go halfsies on the forest, two sides for two clans. You, a vamp, were walking through the dark woods, when you heard the annoying howl of the heir to the werewolf clan…Bangchan. He was as mean as he was handsome and you had half a mind to run, instead choosing to keep walking as he got closer, glaring